Johnny Joestar Wheelchair Novels & Stories

"You had something to do with it. I know you did." Jovani blinked. "Me?" He pointed at himself. "The brother with cerebral palsy who spent three years in a wheelchair and two more learning to walk properly again. Who could barely hold a pen for a year and a half?" He spread his hands wide. "Tell me exactly how I managed that. I want to hear the theory."

My eyes take in the sight laid out in front of me. Joey sitting across from Vector at the oval dining table, his little eyes constantly staring at the big man with a kind of curiosity that almost looks hypnotized. My heart does a somersault, and it takes my brain a moment too long to grasp what Joey might be staring at. The wheelchair.

His large hands slam onto the rubber grips, shoving Gabriel’s fingers out of the way. He locks his arms, spins the wheelchair around, and shoves me straight through the mob, using his body to clear the path like he's mastered during a match.

Alma looked at his rigid back, her fingers gently releasing the control joystick. This electric wheelchair was equipped with specialized rubber wheels designed for silent indoor movement. Combined with the penthouse's premium hardwood flooring, she couldn't have made a sound even if she wanted to. This man, notorious for his cold ruthlessness, had actually resorted to such a clumsy excuse just to force her to rest and heal. Alma did not expose him. She replied softly, her voice as gentle as a silk ribbon drifting through the quiet space: "Yes, I understand. Thank you for being so thoughtful... about fearing the sound of my wheels."

I said, already trying to get to my feet. "Easy, Delvin. I’ll help you," Belicia said softly, supporting me with one arm. The nurse held my other arm, and together they helped me sit down carefully in the wheelchair. It was an electric wheelchair, the kind I didn’t need to push. All I had to do was use the joystick to control where it moved. "So, where do you want to go first? The lounge, the garden, or the cafeteria?" Belicia asked, ready to follow me out.

Jace's sleepy voice came in snapping me out of my reverie, I opened my eyes to stare at him with my bright smile still plastered on my face, "I thought you didn't remember me?" I feigned holding in my smile, "I can never forget you even in my next world, you are my first and only love," he said cheekily rolling over so he could be on top of me but he made sure he didn't put all his weight on me, "You are still injured and probably will be put in a wheelchair, or did you forget that?" I reminded, "I am not paralyzed, the wheelchair is just to ensure I do not add too much pressure to my healing injuries" he replied with a smug look on his face,

If it hadn’t been for that person interfering and saving Benjamin, they wouldn’t have ended up in such a situation. Joanna didn’t say anything more and, with her big belly, went to the ward. Barry was awake. Hearing the doctor’s words, that he could stand up, he felt less anxious than before. Joanna entered and asked, "Do you want some water?" Barry nodded, "Hmm." Joanna poured him a glass of water and put in a straw for him to drink. After he finished, Joanna said, "It can be treated, but you may need to sit in a wheelchair for a few months."

Jean revered this big brother of his but was rather disgusted by his own scumbag of a father. Thus, he immediately retorted James and said, "Big Brother is truly in his prime. He had also practiced martial arts since he was a child, so he won’t be in a wheelchair forever like you. In my opinion, in three months at most, Big Brother will be able to stand up again."

Jayden said, bringing the press conference to an end, and began to move his wheelchair away. Simon immediately came behind Jayden to push him, although Jayden's wheelchair was the best on the market, with advanced features including automatic adjustments for comfort, fingertip controls for seamless navigation, and a built-in safety harness so that Jayden could operate it on his own. The rest of Jayden's men, who were dressed in black suits, created a wall around him to separate him from the reporters who still tried to ask Jayden questions, thereby concealing him as he disappeared from their sight.

“ Yes, those eyes really are that deep. I'll be inebriated if he looks at me." "Are you a drinker? Give up dreaming... We are unable to approach him because, despite being seated in a wheelchair, his velocity overpowered every male in the room. He is not your typical man." “Yes, even though Mr. Clarence is seated in a wheelchair, he still has a lot of momentum. If he gets to his feet. The assembly signed and uttered "no more."